|Farewell to the Prince
Author: Snape's Lily PM
Harry has things to say to his potion master. Too bad he's already gone. Right?Rated: Fiction T - English - Tragedy/Friendship - Harry P. & Severus S. - Chapters: 3 - Words: 8,659 - Reviews: 20 - Favs: 20 - Follows: 8 - Updated: 03-01-12 - Published: 12-25-11 - Status: Complete - id: 7674389
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Hey guys! Thank you all for reviewing Sectumsempra, and Severus' Heaven! I'm sure by know you have all figured out who my favorite character is!
With that knowledge, I have to say that this was extremely hard to write. It made me very sad and depressed, and I just couldn't write it that long. Sorry it is so short. :/ I hope you like it, and I think it should be about three Chapters when it's done. I may be slower updating this one. Anyways, Enjoy! Please Review!
"Oh, Severus." Professor McGonagall looked at Harry through pain filled eyes. Harry had just finished telling her what he had seen in the Pensieve. Snape's Memories.
"Why didn't he tell us? He let us think the worst of him all this time." McGonagall's face showed nothing but remorse and guilt as she tried to restrain herself from letting the tears that filled her eyes fall. Harry didn't care though. He had a job to do.
"Professor. He's still down there. Nobody has gone to fetch him yet. We need to bury him." Harry didn't know exactly why he felt the need to bury the long hated Potions Master himself. He thought it may be what he saw in the Pensieve, perhaps the love he shown for Lily had caused Harry to have a change of heart. That wasn't all of it, though, but Harry didn't have much time to think about it. He still had an obligation to the Professor. McGonagall sighed.
"Lets go then. The Shrieking Shack?" Harry nodded, and they linked arms. Mcgonagall apparated to the front stoop of the rickety building. As they started in, with Harry in the lead, a sense of dread overcame Harry. He did not want to see Professor Snape again.
They rounded a corner and walked down the long hallway that led to the little room where Harry knew Snape lay. As they entered the room, McGonagall gasped and Harry could tell she was suppressing sobs as she looked down on her old friend and colleague. Snape looked worse than when Harry had left him an hour ago, and the pool of blood that he was in saturated his robes.
"Scourgify." McGonagall whispered, and the blood on and around Snape disappeared. The bite he had taken to the neck was clearly visible, and Harry swallowed the vile that was threatening to erupt from his throat.
"Episky." The wounds around Snape's neck began to fade and, although they didn't heal completely, they became much less noticeable. Harry knelt beside the Professor, as he had not too long ago, and looked into the dark ebony eyes. They were empty, but Harry couldn't help remembering the flash of something that had crossed them as Harry had done as Snape had bid and looked into his eyes as he died.
"Where?" Harry had forgotten McGonagall was there, and jumped slightly at the word. He looked back at her, and watched as a single shiny tear ran down her cheek.
"Um, well. I think I know the spot." Harry grabbed Snape's cloak tightly in one fist with McGonagall's hand in the other and apparated back to the outskirts of Hogwarts. Landing with a loud thump, Harry looked across the Black Lake.
"Mobilicorpus." Snape's body rose slowly from the ground and, as Harry pointed his wand, followed them as they walked.
"I wish he would have just told us," McGonagall said after a few minutes of stony silence, "We could have helped. He needn't have carried the burden alone."
"He didn't want to risk the Dark Lord looking into your minds and finding out." Harry said quietly. "We were all wrong about him."
As Harry stopped underneath the big oak on the banks of the Black Lake, McGonagall turned to him in surprise.
"Here? Why here?"
Harry smiled as he remembered. "Professor, you may want to take a look in the Pensieve. His memories are still there. They will surely explain." She gave him a look of curiosity, and Harry saw her draw her wand.
"Directly under the tree then?" Harry saw as she gathered herself for the spell.
"No!" Harry stopped her as he watched Snape's body float softly to the ground, and lay in the cool grass. "I need to do this. Without magic." Again she looked at him with amazement.
"That will take forever, Potter." When she saw he was determined, though, she sighed and said, "Do you wish me to send Mr. Weasley, and Ms. Granger to assist you?"
Ron and Hermione had other more important things to attend to, and they would hardly understand why Harry felt the need to bury the Professor in the first place. Harry hadn't had time to explain to them yet. More so, he couldn't imagine explaining why he wanted to bury him himself, like he had Dobby. Harry wasn't quite sure about it either, but it seemed the right and decent thing to do so that was what was going to happen, no matter if it took him all night.
"No, I'll be fine. Thank you, Professor."
"Alright well, I have some things to sort out for myself Mr. Potter." She stared at Snape, her face a curtain of grief. "Please contact me when you have buried Severus." With that, she turned and walked swiftly away.
Harry watched her go, then looked back at the Professor. "Well Professor Snape, it looks like it's just you and me now." He knelt down, smiling slightly as he imagined the snarky come back he would've gotten from Snape had he been alive, and gently closed the Potion Master's eyes.